“You have a strange sense of what’s fun in this world,” Kitten commented, with Star quickly nodding to that and mumbling something rather derisive at the doctor around the tube.
“I prefer to think of it as enlightened,” Doc snootily retorted, then smiled brightly at the girls while hopping anxiously in excitement. “Speaking of being filled to the brim and then some by a throbbing tube of power and ecstasy until you’re about to burst into bloody pieces, would you girls like to hear about my amazing boyfriend? Would you? Would you?”
“Here we go,” Eirene dryly said, shaking her head and looking away.
“Speaking about… wait… what?” Kitten bewilderedly replied. “What do you mean burst into bloody pieces? You said this was safe, didn’t you? And what do you mean you have a boyfriend? You have a man?”
“Do I ever,” Doc dreamily sighed as she delicately caressed her choker. “He’s the one who gave me this collar and declared I was his one and only butterfly for all time. It was a dream come true; being enslaved as his, made into his personal pet, and forcibly kept with him forever and ever without any chance or hope of getting away from him. I’m so lucky to be his butterfly, and to have such a magnificent man all to myself to cherish for the rest of days. We’re the perfect couple really, made from the same divine mold and destined to spend eternity together.”
Star and Kitten exchanged glances then looked around the room as Doc giggled and blushed from the thought.
“So… where is he then?” Kitten asked.
“I dunno,” Doc carelessly replied with a shrug. She kicked the lever of the machine, causing it to spring into action and start the process of releasing the elixir towards Star who screamed and shook her head from seeing the rumbling tubes.
“He’s away somewhere,” Doc explained as she watched the shaking conduits before resting her head on Star’s shoulder with a heavenly sigh. While Star freaked out and braced for what was about to happen, Kitten looked at Doc in puzzlement as she questioned what she heard.
“But you just said-”
“Allow me to tell you the tale of how this beautiful and talented doctor met the man who changed her life forever,” Doc dearly said with a wiggle of her hips. “The man who stole my heart, ravaged my loins, and proved himself to be my captain of captains of… my captain. Yeah.”
Before Kitten could again question her Star yowled loudly as she was filled with the ever-flowing elixir. Doc giggled before laughing wildly with a deranged smile coming over her, the peculiar woman grabbing Star’s head and forcing her to stare into the creepy eyes of the mad doctor.
“So just RELAX AND ENJOY MY TALE! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Pay attention now, this is the story of how I met him. HIM! The one and only, Captain Dreadnight!”
*****
“So there I was. Just a helpless giant butterfly who had found herself in a very dire predicament against all odds. A merciful soul who only wished to help others and sustain the beauty and splendor of life itself in Eden.”
“You fucking bitches want a piece of me? Come and get it!” Doc challenged with a daring, twisted grin. In one hand was a surgical saw, razor sharp and held out before her like a sword. In the other, a scalpel, this one being a particular favorite of hers as she had affectionately dubbed it Edwardo. Her wings, beautiful and graceful, fluttered wildly behind her as if they belonged to a crazed demon, flapping relentlessly with the beating rain pelting them from above. Her clothes, soaking wet and clinging to her voluptuous figure, providing a clear view of the black panties she had on underneath while her cleavage was gathering enough water to fill one’s flagon with. Her neck, bare and inviting as the rainwater trickled down across it from her cheeks, while her hair was tangled and unkempt as it draped behind her soaking wet.
“Yes, it was just I against the savage and bloodthirsty pirates of the Neckledeen Bluffs.”
Standing on the deck of a large sailing ship stood Doc, the butterfly carefully aiming her saw around at the dozens of men watching her from all sides. Dressed in heavy boots and rugged pants, swords and axes held in hand, black and red coats worn among the crew, and hairy faces complementing their lack of cleanliness all but paled in comparison to the cold, damning gazes they gave towards the woman who stood before them. The sky above crackled with thunder and lightning, the rain struck against the deck and its passengers during the raging storm, and-
“Neckledeen Bluffs?” Kitten interrupted. “Wait, that’s near the western mountains of this region.”
“That’s right. What about it?” Doc asked.
“There are no lakes or rivers there! It’s a barren wasteland!”
And the massive ship they were on, sized easily to be a destroyer of destroyers of the open and untamable sea, rested atop a desolate, lifeless landscape with only small puddles forming from the rainstorm while the sight of a few protruding crags from the forsaken area almost passed for rolling waves if viewed through a foggy pair of glasses in the middle of the night by a blind, old begger.
“What would a pirate ship being doing in the middle of nowhere on dry land?” Kitten questioned.
“Arrrrg!” a pirate with a peg leg yarred at Doc. “Who dares board our ship uninvited whilst we be fixin’ our rudder?”
“…what the fu-”
“I dare!” Doc boldly proclaimed. “My name is Doc, and I’m here to give you lads your medicine!”
“Arrg, we never requested any medicine nor a visit from any doctor.”
“Ah, but you see I’m a humanitarian of sorts, aside from not being human,” Doc coyly replied. “And you boys are in some serious need for urgent care right away. Don’t you realize how sick you are?”
“What makes you think we be sick, little lady?”
“Simple,” Doc said, then licked her lips with a crazed smirk. “You’ve gone too long without a woman milking you dry for your seeds. So Doc’s made a house call to fix you boys up right away. Now drop your weapons and your trousers, line up, and get ready for some soothing and thorough loving. Or else.”
“Okay, hold on a second,” Kitten ordered. “Putting aside the fact that none of this is adding up at all, do I understand correctly in hearing that you boarded their ship to rape all of them?”
“No, not at all, dearie,” Doc gently assured her. “I was merely there to make sure they were healthy and fit, that’s all. It’s my sworn duty to heal the sickly and tend to the less fortunate after all.”
“Yaaar! Kill her!” a pirate ordered as the men raised their weapons, something that only drew a crazed smile across Doc’s face.
“One way or another, I’m going to fuck you all so hard tonight!” the butterfly laughed manically as she charged forward to strike, with the pirates around her yelling ferociously as they swarmed the lone intruder on their ship. Running up to her first foe Doc quickly sliced her saw through his throat, spraying blood into the air along with his gurgled cry of agony, then spun around and jammed her scalpel into the eye of another pirate and all the way through into his brain. Slicing the blade out with a spurt of blood Doc kicked behind her, lodging the shoe’s pointed heel into the neck of another pirate who she then viciously slashed the face apart with her saw before jumping into a spin and throwing the mutilated body of the gargling pirate into his friends.
“Get them, Edwardo!” Doc yelled, flinging her scalpel through the air with a whistle before it struck into the neck of a man who dropped back screaming.
“In fact, let’s invite your whole family to play!” Doc laughed hysterically, striking her saw down into the shoulder of a pirate. As the man dropped to his knees with the blade slicing into his neck, Doc jumped onto his shoulders, spiking her heels into each of them, and then forcibly leapt into the air while the man was thrown down screaming in pain. The butterfly spiraled above in the air, hands reaching for the surgical tools holstered on her hip and arm, then launched the sharpened tools out in a wild flurry of medical manslaughter. Knives and pokers struck into the faces and chests of several pirates, reflex hamme
rs knocked out a few teeth, and the good doctor landed down from her furious spin atop the hands of the pirate who had her saw holstered in his shoulder. As the man screamed from her heels spiking through his hands, she reached down, swiped her blade up with a heavy crunch and spray of blood, and then spun around and hacked the saw right into the face of another pirate who was about to strike at her with his sword.
“See? I didn’t rape a single one.”
“But… you killed them, while threatening to rape them. What insanity is this? You just claimed you were sworn to protect people, and then you say you slaughtered an entire group of pirates on their boat. That’s the complete opposite of what you vowed!”
“No, no, no, sweetie. I was sworn to heal the sickly and tend to the less fortunate… after I met the captain. I was just trying to get laid that night.”
“So you were trying to rape them.”
“No, not at all. Kitten, if they didn’t want to have sex with me then that was their choice, and one I respected. If they weren’t going to voluntarily remove their pants and let me milk them for their seeds, then that was the end of it.”
With a slow, slick carve Doc pulled her saw out from pirate’s face, the man dropping to his knees with a hoarse groan before falling to the side with a thump. Flicking the blood off her blade Doc slowly gazed around at the wounded men who struggling to get back onto their feet.
“Your pants are still on…” Doc warned with a gleam in her eyes. “Oh dear, Doc’s going to have to operate now, HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Helpless and merciful my ass,” Kitten flatly commented. “It sounds like you were the one going around like a bloody murderer and terrorizing humans.”
“Okay, full disclosure,” Doc sighed. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this. You see… I used to be a rather… mean butterfly.”
The crackling of lightning ripping through the night sky failed to conceal the sounds of men screaming in horror.
“I’ll admit I led a troubled life growing up. And it may have had a negative effect on me.”
The maniacal laughter of the butterfly was heard along with the tearing of flesh and bone while blood splattered all across the deck of the ship.
“I only wanted to help others, I swear. I only wanted to be a good little butterfly in the world. But, well, I had a little difficulty showing it.”
Severed body parts of the men were strewn across the floor, arms and legs were sewn into decorative wreaths that adorned the mast and railings, blood was smeared across the walls with little smiley faces drawn in them, and a wind chime made of genitals and eyeballs was gently hung up on a hook to sway in the wind.
“You killed Kroanette, didn’t you?” Kitten accused, carefully reaching for her sword.
“No, I did not. Though had she met me earlier in life I might have done something rather cruel with her. I was a different butterfly back then, nothing like the passionate and loving doctor you see before you now. Back then I was a little… disturbed.”
“Oh boy, that was sure a hoot,” Doc spoke in a gruff tone while holding a severed pirate’s head in her hand and moving the lifeless mouth like a puppet. “I kinda wish I would have just gotten fucked by this hot butterfly and not fucked up like she warned me. Gosh gee wiz, I’m such a moron.”
“Hee hee hee, don’t you worry, Mr. Stinkyhead, you’ll still get some nice loving from this butterfly and her amazing pussy. I forgive you for being mean to me. How about I skullfuck you until you break beneath my hips? Would you like that? Because I sure would! HAHAHAHAHA!”
The giant butterfly laughed into the storm above as she pulled up her skirt and prepared to do as promised to the pirate’s head, the woman cackling wildly with a deranged look in her eye while the wind and rain continued to strike the ship and slowly wash away the blood of its former crew. Before she could squat down and hump the bloodied skull of the pirate she heard a loud bang from a door being swung open, her laughter halting while her gaze slowly turned to see someone standing in a darkened doorway near the rear cabin.
“And that’s when he showed up. The captain himself.”
Walking towards the butterfly with a heavy stride atop the wooden boards was a large man, dressed in dark boots and rough leggings, with a long-flowing coat of black, red, and dark violet leather over his prominent build. He stood much taller than the butterfly who slowly looked up towards his face with a crazed grin on hers. His bare arms were ripped with muscle, scars, and decorated with tattoos of skulls and skeletal hands. His face had a large black beard, an eye-patch on the left, and a silver nose ring that complimented the golden tooth he displayed in his stern scowl. His head was covered in messy black hair that was loosely gathered into two large braids behind his back. In one hand, a large pirate’s hat that he tossed into the wind which guided it all the way over onto a hook on a faraway wall. In the other, his sword, a great sturdy blade nearly twice the size of most with scratches and jagged edges displaying it’s had a long life of causing extreme pain for others that met with it.
“Looks like Doc gets to play some more tonight,” the butterfly mocked with her head puppet. “Oh what joy of joys.”
“What have you done with me crew?” the captain demanded with a flinching glare.
“Why, I fucked them, of course,” Doc purred. She slowly stood up before the man, tossing aside the mangled head of his crewmate before gently running her bloodied fingers along the side of her saw. “In a way that they preferred unfortunately. I would have liked it better if they had let me fuck their dicks like I had originally requested, but sadly that wasn’t an option with them, so I settled for their flesh.”
“You murdered me best men,” the captain growled, glancing around at the remains of his crew before glaring deeply at the smirking butterfly. “How surprising that they were bested by an insect like you.”
“I’m just full of surprises,” Doc giggled with a shrug. “So, you’re the captain of this ship, yes? What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Captain Dreadnight. And just who the hell are you?”
“Doc. Just Doc, mind you. That’s my one and only name. Now then, Captain Dreadnight, how shall we proceed? Are you going to let me fuck you in a good way, or a bad way? I did come here to get pregnant after all, but if that’s just not in the cards then I’ll settle for some good old fashioned tough love instead.”
“I’ll give you some tough love alright,” the captain warned, eyeing over the butterfly’s body and breasts before locking eyes with her. “Nobody messes with me crew and gets away with it.”
“Tough love it is then,” Doc said, flicking a finger against her saw before chuckling wickedly at the man.
“And that, my dear friends, is when good old Doc was shown the light.”
“How exactly were you shown the light?” Kitten dryly asked.
With a fierce scream Doc lunged for the captain, swinging her saw towards his head while lightning struck through the stormy sky. The blade made it less than an inch away from the skin before he grabbed her hand and lifted her up off the ground. Startled, Doc looked down to seeing her feet dangling below her, then up at the man who swung his massive sword into the deck to stick it in place with a loud crash. Doc’s eyes twitched slightly as she giggled nervously before she was brought over to the mast and slammed into it while still a few feet off the ground, the woman dropping her saw with a gasp before she reached for her surgical tools. To her shock the captain grabbed her other hand, forcibly brought it up to hold with the first above her head, and then yanked off both of her instrument holsters that he carelessly tossed aside.
“Um… you’re a big one, aren’t you?” Doc realized as she saw the man holding her up against the soaking wet pole. “Okay, confession time. This isn’t how I pictured this going down. Can I get a do-over?”
“You killed me crew,” the man scowled in her face. “You beheaded me first mate and turned me bootshine boy’s genitals into an erotic display of the devil’s madness. And you even dared attack me, Captain
Dreadnight, sailor of these forgotten bluffs and scourge to all who dress in summer flocks in the dawn of spring!”
“Oh, I hate people who do that,” Doc agreed, shaking her head.
“So do I! That’s not proper attire for the season and they know it, but they do it anyway! Drives a pirate mad it does!”
“What the… but… why… that… eh, whatever. Continue,” Kitten tiredly said.
“Well this be your last mistake, me little butterfly,” the captain warned, with Doc gulping as she squirmed in his grip. “You shall receive no mercy from me for these transgressions. This is the end for you.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Doc softly asked.
“Ohhhh, what didn’t he do to me would be a far better question. Hee hee!”
“…well, what did he do to you?”
“I told you a better question to ask is what didn’t he do to me! Aren’t you listening? Weren’t you paying attention? I was helpless in that massive man’s inescapable grip! I was unarmed, detained, and at his complete mercy! What do you think he did to me?”
“Umm… given the circumstances I would have thought he-”
“He fucked me like crazy, that’s what he did!”
Doc screamed with a flushed face as she fell under siege from the ship’s captain, the woman pinned against the ship’s pole by the man’s large hand while he thrusted in between her legs with reckless abandon. Her wings were unable to fly as they were stuck behind her, her legs were hooked around his waist as he rammed into her with such force that the mast creaked and groaned as if threatening to buckle, her clothing lying in tatters on the deck below after they were ripped off her body were soaked and dyed with the blood of the former shipmates, and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as she certainly saw a light in them now along with hearing her heart thundering away in her ears.
“He threatened to split poor Doc in two with his enormous sword!”
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